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Uncle Wiggily Goes Swimming 

or 

HOW THE FROG BOYS SURPRISED THE FOX 
and 

UNCLE WIGGILY DISTRIBUTES THANKSGIVING CAKES 

also 

THE BUNNY RABBIT GENTLEMAN MAKES A KITE 



TEXT BY 

HOWARD R. GARIS 

Author of THREE LITTLE TRIPPERTROTS and BED TIME STORIES 

PICTURED BY 

j ;% LANG CAMPBELL 

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NEWARK, N. J. 

CHARLES E. GRAHAM & CO. 

NEW YORK 


IF YOU LIKE THIS FUNNY LITTLE PICTURE BOOK ABOUT THE 
BUNNY RABBIT GENTLEMAN YOU MAY BE GLAD 
TO KNOW THERE ARE OTHERS. 


So if the spoon holder doesn’t go down cellar and take the coal shovel away* 
from the gas stove, you may read 


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Every book has three stories, including the title story. 

Made in U. S. A. 

Copyright 1919 McClure Newspaper Syndicate. Trade mark registered. 
Copyright 1920, 1922, 1924 Charles E. Graham & Co., Newark, N. J., and New York. 



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1. One day, as Uncle Wiggily was hopping through the woods, he 
looked toward a pond and saw Bully and Bawly No Tail, the frog boys, 
jumping from the end of the spring board. “Ah, that reminds me of the 
time ! was young!” thought the bunny gentleman. “As long as Nurse 
Jane isn’t here I’m going to dive in and swim.” Into the swimming 
hole splashed Bully and Bawly as the bunny rabbit took off his coat. 





















2. “Oh, hurray! Here : s Uncle Wiggily!” croaked Bully. “Come on 
in, the water’s fine!” rumbled Bawly. “Thanks, I’ll try, though 1 am 
not a very good swimmer or diver,” answered Mr. Longears. He stood 
on the end of "the teeter-tauter spring board. “One, two, three!” 
counted Bully. “Jump in!” Uncle Wiggily twinkled his pink nose, 
and, hoping he would not get too much water up it, in he jumped! 














3. Uncle Wiggily did not think he was going to jump so hard, but he 
did and his head was stuck in the mud of the pond bottom. “Blubljle! 
Ubble!- Blub!” cried the poor rabbit gentleman. “Quick! We must 
pull him out! Get hold of his other leg!” croaked Bully. The two 
froggie boys, on the end of the spring board, pulled as hard as they 
could*. “If we get him out we’ll put him on a raft,” croaked Bully. 
















4. “I guess you had better not try any more swimming or diving ,* f 
said the frog boys to Uncle Wiggily, after they had pulled him out of 
the mud where he stuck upside down. “I think you are right,” agreed 
the rabbit gentleman. So Bully and Bawly made a raft and Uncle 
Wiggily rested easily on it while the froggie boys poled it about 
the pond. And then—the Fuzzy Fox crept softly to the pond’s edge. 











5. “Well, boys, I think you’ve given me a long enough ride,” said 
Uncle Wiggily after a while. “Just push the raft toward shore and 
I’ll dress.” So the raft was shoved toward shore. The Froggie boys 
began leaping in from the spring board and the Fuzzy Fox went down 
to the water’s edge to wait for the rabbit to come ashore. “And then 
how I will nibble his ears!” thought the Fox, smacking his lips. 












6. “Oh,, my goodness! What is this V r cried Uncle Wiggily as the 
Fox pulled him from the raft when shore was reached. “Ears is the 
answer, Uncle Wiggily!” growled the Fox. “I’m going to take you off 
to my den in the woods and nibble your ears.” Not waiting to let the 
bunny dress himself, the Fox led the way. But Bully and Bawly are 
going to play a trick. “We’ll sling this stone at the Fox,” they said. 

















7. On shore the Fox tied a piece of grape vine rope around poor 
Uncle Wiggily’s neck and dragged the bunny along through the woods. 
“Now it will be easy to whack the Fox with the stone and not hit 
Uncle Wiggily,” croaked Bully as he and his brother pulled down on 
the spring board which was to sling the stone through the air as if from 
a gun. “Oh, how good some ear nibbles will taste!” smacked the Fox. 

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8. “Is everything ali ready?” asked Bully as he and his brother 
pulled the spring board down as far as it would come. “All ready'” 
croaked Bawly. “Then let her go!” cried Bully, and they let go the 
spring board. Up and away sailed the big rock, straight toward the bad 
Fox who was leading Uncle Wiggily to the den. “Won’t you please let 
me go?” begged the poor bunny. “No!” snarled the Fox and then— 













9. All of a sudden the stone struck the Fox in his soft and tender 
ribs. “Um!” grunted the Fox. “What is going to happen ?” But that 
was all he could ask, for down he fell and the stone fell on top of him 
and he couldn’t get up to nibble Uncle Wiggily’s ears. “You were 
very smart, froggie boys, to think of that trick!” laughed the bunny 
as the three friends hopped away. And the Fox cried: “Wow!” 













And if the egg beater doesn’t try to catch an automobile in the mosquito netting, 
and bite it full of holes so it looks like a lace curtain, the 
next pictures and story will tell how 



AT THANKSGIVING TIME 
THE BUNNY RABBIT GENTLEMAN TRIED TO BE 
THANKFUL AS YOU MAY SEE FROM THE FOLLOWING PICTURES. 



1. “Well, Nurse Jane, I’m going!” cried Uncle Wiggily as he started 
out from his hollow stump bungalow one day, carrying a basket full of 
frosted cakes. “Where are you going?” asked the muskrat lady house¬ 
keeper. “I’m going to call on my friends,” answered the bunny. “And 
to every one who is thankful at this Thanksgiving season, I’m going to 
give a cake.” Nurse Jane told him to watch out for the Fox and Wolf. 

































2. Uncle Wiggily hopped along with his basket* of Thanksgiving 
cakes until he came to the home of Mr. Twistytail, the pig gentleman. 
“What is the matter?” asked the bunny. “Oh, I’m a very sick pig,” 
was the answer. “Then I suppose you have nothing to be thankful 
for ? ” asked the bunny. “Oh, yes, I’m glad all my legs aren’t tied up,” 
grunted Mr. Twistytail. “You get a cake!” laughed Uncle Wiggily. 































3. Leaving thankful Mr. Twistytail, Uncle Wiggily saw Uncle Butter 
the goat. Uncle Butter was running toward a fence on which was 
posted the picture of another goat. “Ah,” said Uncle Wiggily, “my 
friend is going to have a little morning exercise. He is going to see 
how strong his horns afe. He must be thankful that he is so strong. 
I’ll give him a cake after he bangs the picture goat. He can’t hurt him.” 













4. All of a sudden Uncle Butter banged himself against the fence. 
But the boards were thin and Uncl-e Butter’s head went all the way 
through and stuck out on the other side. “Dear me!” cried Uncle 
Wiggily, “I suppose you have nothing to be thankful for now!” Uncle 
Butter bleated and said he was glacf he didn’t have two heads to get 
stuck in the fence. “Ha! Ha!” laughed the bunny. “You get a cake!” 


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5 Uncle Wiggily helped Uncle Butter pull his head out of the fence, 
and then the goat gentleman took his Thanksgiving cake home. Uncle 



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“No, I’m not thankful. But I smell a Fox. 


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6. All of a sudden Police Dog Percival ran down the path and caught 
the Fuzzy Fox, who was sneaking up to get Uncle Wiggily. “I arrest 
you!” barked Percival. “Wow! Wow! Let me go!” howled the Fox. 
“No, no!” barked Percival. “Now I have something to be thankful 
for! I’ve made an arrest. That’s why I wasn’t thankful before.” 
Uncle Wiggily gave Percival a Thanksgiving cake from his basket. 
























7. After Perdival took the Fox to jail, Uncle Wiggily hopped on 
with his cake basket. “I wonder whom I shall next meet-.to give a 
Thanksgiving cake?” murmured the bunny. “I’m going to be thank¬ 
ful in a moment!” howled a harsh voice, and out popped the Woozie 
Wolf., “I’ll catch you and nibble your ears—then I’ll be thank¬ 
ful!” growled the Wolf. Uncle Wiggily ran as fast as he could. 















8. Uncle Wiggily hopped as he had never hopped before, but the 
Wolf could run the faster, and soon the bad animal caught the bunny. 
“Ha! Ha!” laughed the Wolf, as he held the bunny by one paw, “you 
talk about Thanksgiving! What have you to be thankful for? You 
laughed when Percival arrested my friend the Fox! Now it’s my turn 
to laugh.” Uncle Wiggily said he had one thing to be thankful for. 






















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9. “Ho! Ho!” What have you to be thankful for?” sneered the 
Wolf. “I have caught you!” and he shook the bunny. “I’m thankful 
that the Fox isn’t here,” said Uncle Wiggily. Then slyly he raised the 
basket and shoved it over the Wolfs head. “I am also thankful that I 
can put your head in my basket and run away!” laugher! the bunny. 
“That’s the second part of my Thanksgiving. Now I’m going home!” 
















And if the rice pudding doesn’t put on roller skates to ride down hill with the 
chocolate cake, the next pictures and story 
will tell how 



THE RABBIT MADE A KITE SO LARGE IT 
LOOKED LIKE A BALLOON. IT NEARLY TOOK HIM 
AND A GOAT AWAY UP TO THE MOON. OH, SUCH A TIME I 



















1. Once upon a time, when it was almost summer, Uncle Wiggily 
went out for a walk. He saw some of the animal boys flying their kite. 
“Why don’t you make a bigger kite, and one without a tail ? ” asked the 
bunny gentleman. “You can’t make kites any bigger than this,” said 
Jackie Bow Wow. “And if you didn’t have a tail they wouldn’t go up,” 
added Sammie the rabbit. “Ha! I’ll show you!” said Uncle Wiggily. 










2. ‘Til show those animal boys that I can make a big kite, and one 
without a tail,” said Uncle Wiggily, twinkling his pink nose. So he 
bought sdme sticks, paper and string, and soon he had put together a 
kite larger than himself. “Uncle Wiggily, what in the world are you 
doing?” asked Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, as she saw the rabbit gentle¬ 
man looking at his work. “I know something terrible will happen!” 
























3. “Nonsense, Nurse Jane!” laughed Uncle Wiggily. “Nothing ter¬ 
rible will happen! I’ll just show the boys how to fly a big kite, that’s 
all.” So the rabbit gentleman put up the big kite without a tail. He 
twisted the string around his waist, so it would not pull away, and then 
came such a big puff of wind that it took the kite, Uncle Wiggily 
and all up into the air. “There, I told you so!” cried Nurse Jane. 
























4. At first Uncle Wiggily was so surprised at being carried off by the 
kite, he didn’t know what to do. Then he tried 'to loosen the cord 
from around his waist, but it was tied in a hard knot. Straight toward 
Grandpa Goosey’s house the kite took Uncle Wiggily. “Bang!” the 
bunny’s paws knocked off the chimney. “Hi there!” cried Grandpa 
Goosey. “Please excuse me<! I couldn’t help it!” shouted the bunny. 



















eking off Grandpa Goosey’s chimney, Uncle 
Wiggily was carried higher and higher by the big kite he had made. 
“I guess Nurse Jane was right,” he said to himself. “Something ter¬ 
rible is going to happen!” Just then the bunny felt a tug at the loose 
,end of the kite string. He looked down. “Oh, you’re taking me 
away!” bleated Aunt Lettie. “Worse and worse!” said Uncle Wiggily. 









6. The wind blew harder and sailed the kite along, taking Uncle 
Wiggily and Aunt Lettie with it. “Uncle Wiggily, what does this 
mean?” bleated the goat lady. “1 wish I knew,” sighed the bunny. 
Just then the Fox and Wolf, down on the ground, saw the strange 
sight. “Come along!” snarled the Fox to the Wolf. “That string will 
break in a little while. They’ll fall and we can nibble their ears!” 













7, All of a sudden Uncle Wiggily and Aunt Lettie were dragged into 
a tree by the kite string. Luckily there were some soft leaves on the 
tree and the bunny gentleman and goat lady did not get much hurt. 
But the kite cord pulled off the rabbit's coat and Aunt Lettie’s bonnet 
and away they sailed. “Well, we're safe now, Aunt Lettie," said Mr. 
Longears. “But suppose the Fox and Wolf come?" she asked. 

















8. However, the Fox and Wolf did not come to the tree where Uncle 
Wiggily and Aunt Lettie were pulled loose from the kite cord. “Please 
let me help you down,” said Uncle Wiggily politely, and he assisted 
Aunt Lettie from the tree. “Oh, look!” suddenly cried the goat lady. 
“The Fox and Wolf are chasing the kite. They see your coat and my 
bonnet and think we’re still on the string.” And that’s what happened. 














9. “Come on! Come on!” snarled the Fox to the Wolf. “That string 
will break soon. Uncle Wiggily and Aunt Lettie will fall and then we 
can nibble their ears.” On ran the Fox and Wolf, but, all of a sudden, 
the end of the kite cord tangled around them, and up in the air they 
went. “Hal, Ha! Look at them!” laughed Uncle Wiggily as he and 
Aunt Lettie danced. “Woofie! Wuffie! Wow!” howled the bud chaps! 












When you have finished reading this nice 
little book, perhaps you would like to read 
a larger volume about Uncle Wi^ily. 

If so, &o to the book store and ask the 
Man for one of the Uncle Wig&ily Bed¬ 
time Story Books, they have a lot of 
Funny Pictures in and 31 stories—one for 
every ni&ht in the month. If the book 
store man has none of these volumes ask 
him to &et you one or send direct to the 
Publishers, 


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